Quitting the fight

I'm resigning myself to your absence,

And my heart is about to quit.

For it can't be eternally restless,

Waiting for your attention in bits.

 

Tiny bits of your interest and care,

It was so undeniably bold

It was dreaming of this words affair

Yet it knows that your hands are still cold...

 

It no longer can feel what it used to,

A heart dies slowly, dropping hopes like its leaves ,

All I do is intentionally beshrew,

With my stupid and desperate beliefs.